Let’s pause for a moment here.

In case anyone has forgotten who Choi Yuhan is, I’ll explain it one more time before we proceed.

In the original work, Choi Yuhan is the ‘real’ leader of Haeseong High School, not just a self-proclaimed one. He’s the guy who lost to Ban Hamin in the infirmary last time.

For reference, in the original work, he’s mainly responsible for bad deeds like kidnapping, confinement, and assault.

‘Come to think of it…’

Is he included in ‘all characters’?

If the criterion is whether the name appears in the original work or not, then he’s included.

But if we consider the importance, he’s even less significant than Lee Ju Eun… so it wouldn’t be strange if he’s not included.

‘I’ll have to ask the system later.’

Anyway, back to reality.

‘What the, how did he know to come here?’

As if answering my thoughts, Choi Yuhan spoke.

“You kidnapped someone so blatantly, did you really think no one would know?”

No, I thought someone would know, but I didn’t expect you to come in person.

To the extent that Choi Yuhan came looking for him. Was Kim Deokpal unexpectedly an important guy?

I shifted my gaze towards Kim Deokpal.

“But I’ve never seen that face before. The uniform looks like it’s from our school though.”

Hmm, I guess not.

There must be another reason he’s here.

‘But does he not know Kim Deokpal at all?’

You said you were the leader.

Why can’t Choi Yuhan recognize you?

Based on the context, it’s clear that the ‘bastard’ Kim Deokpal mentioned earlier is Choi Yuhan, but somehow Choi Yuhan doesn’t seem to know Kim Deokpal.

I looked at Kim Deokpal with eyes demanding an explanation. Kim Deokpal turned red and blue as if humiliated.

…Well, that can happen.

Anyway.

Choi Yuhan probably isn’t interested in me. And not Kim Deokpal either.

His target is likely… Seon Woo Jin.

Indeed, Choi Yuhan approached with his eyes fixed on Seon Woo Jin.

“Are you the chic boy?”

Of course, Seon Woo Jin wasn’t interested.

Seon Woo Jin frowned with a ‘what are you talking about?’ expression. He didn’t care about being a third-generation chaebol or whatever, he just seemed to want to go home.

‘I guess I don’t have to worry about him fighting.’

For some reason, I felt relieved.

One of Seon Woo Jin’s few good points is that he has a high boiling point.

More precisely, he doesn’t move much because he finds it bothersome… but let’s overlook that since it’s a good thing.

“I was curious about who Jeil High’s chic boy was, and I see him here.”

Choi Yuhan smiled brightly.

“Hello. Nice to meet you for the first time. I’m Choi Yuhan, the leader of Haeseong High School.”

Even though no one was properly listening, Choi Yuhan did his best to introduce himself.

By the way, is that polite speech a concept? Please just speak informally, I beg you.

“I saw this person last time, right?”

Suddenly the question turned to me, making me flinch.

Choi Yuhan looked at me with a beaming smile.

“Long time no see. Have you been well?”

I was dumbfounded to see Choi Yuhan greeting me naturally as if asking about the well-being of a relative.

“…I don’t think we’re close enough to greet each other like this.”

When I spoke reluctantly, Choi Yuhan joked.

“Ah, if we know each other’s faces and names, we’re friends. You know my name, right?”

Annoyingly, I did know.

I nodded my head reluctantly.

Choi Yuhan added with a bright smile.

“I was grateful last time.”

By last time, he must be referring to the infirmary incident.

On that day, after losing to Ban Hamin like that, Choi Yuhan lost consciousness for a while, but Lee Yeon Ho took pity on him and treated him.

Although Lee Yeon Ho is a quack school nurse, he’s good at treating those kinds of wounds, perhaps because he’s been in many fights himself.

I played a supporting role next to Lee Yeon Ho as he treated and admonished the Haeseong High School guys.

Choi Yuhan seemed to be thanking me for treating him at that time. In fact, Lee Yeon Ho did everything, so I did nothing.

“But I wonder what business Jeil High students have coming all the way here…”

Choi Yuhan’s gaze stopped on Kim Deokpal.

Kim Deokpal flinched and shouted.

“Choi, Choi Yuhan! You came to save me, right? These bastards kidnapped me! Hurry up and untie this!”

It’s true that we kidnapped him, so I have nothing to say.

Now that it’s come to this, I wonder if he’ll say something to us.

However, contrary to expectations, Choi Yuhan had an indifferent expression.

“Ah… well, you can handle that on your own.”

“Wha, what did you say?”

Kim Deokpal shouted with a shocked face. Regardless, Choi Yuhan picked his ear with his pinky finger and yawned widely.

“Honestly, thinking I came to save you is too narcissistic, isn’t it? You’re not some big shot.”

“…”

Seeing him being treated like that, I somehow felt pity. I sent a sympathetic look to Kim Deokpal.

Kim Deokpal shouted without giving up.

“Th, then why did you come here!”

“Ah, that’s…”

Choi Yuhan smiled brightly.

“Of course, because I heard our chic boy was here, so I came to see.”

As expected. The target was Seon Woo Jin.

‘Someone must have recognized Seon Woo Jin at the school gate.’

It wasn’t particularly surprising. After all, the third-generation chaebol is famous in this neighborhood. Seon Woo Jin’s face is also memorable.

“The rumor has already spread widely. They say the chic boy attacked a Haeseong High student. Some even say it’s a declaration of war.”

I flinched at Choi Yuhan’s words.

‘Was the task I ordered such a big deal?’

I thought it would quietly pass since Seon Woo Jin did it without saying anything. But it seems I’ve unintentionally caused a conflict between the two schools.

I cautiously opened my mouth.

“What do you want…”

I wasn’t sure whether to use polite speech or informal speech. According to the original setting, we should be the same age.

‘Since he keeps using polite speech, it’s a bit awkward for me to speak informally as I please.’

Choi Yuhan gave a meaningful smile.

“Hmm, I wonder. I did tell the seniors that I’d try to resolve it as quietly as possible… but I can’t go back empty-handed.”

Is he saying he wants to fight?

That’s possible too. Last time, he also ended up fighting Ban Hamin before leaving.

For some reason, Choi Yuhan seemed to have a competitive spirit towards the third-generation chaebol. Now that it’s come to this, he probably won’t miss the chance to go against Seon Woo Jin.

I feel sorry for no reason. Because he has to fight because of me.

“So, what do you want?”

Then Choi Yuhan raised his right arm and grinned.

“Shall we have an arm wrestling match?”

What?

I made a dumbfounded face.

‘Suddenly asking for an arm wrestling match?’

I was at a loss for words at the completely unexpected development.

‘Was this guy also a weirdo?’

Shouldn’t it be ‘Let’s have a one-on-one fight.’ here? Well… arm wrestling is also one-on-one, but.

Of course, he wouldn’t be asking me to do it, the opponent would be Seon Woo Jin.

‘Still, it’s better than fighting.’

I was curious about how Seon Woo Jin would react, so I glanced at him.

Then I suddenly realized.

‘Oh? But is Seon Woo Jin’s right hand okay?’

He injured his right hand in an accident and can’t even write properly. I don’t know if he can do something intense like arm wrestling.

As expected, Seon Woo Jin didn’t fall for the provocation.

“Just consider it your win.”

Seon Woo Jin said with an indifferent face.

“Go and spread rumors that you beat me. I don’t care.”

It seemed half because he found it bothersome and half because it hurt.

Certainly, Seon Woo Jin wasn’t the type to care about his pride in these matters. If that’s a strength, it’s a strength.

That’s when it happened.

“Wow, so it was true.”

Choi Yuhan said with an innocent-looking face.

“I heard Jeil High’s chic boy’s hand was ruined, and it really is.”

At those words, Seon Woo Jin’s eyes changed for the first time.

“…What?”

In an instant, the atmosphere froze.

I flinched at the sudden change in mood and observed Seon Woo Jin’s expression.

“You can’t even move your fingers properly.”

Choi Yuhan was smiling brightly for someone who had just made a personal attack.

“Ha.”

Seon Woo Jin let out an empty laugh as if dumbfounded. He had a ridiculous expression.

‘How does he know about Seon Woo Jin’s hand injury?’

As I felt last time, Choi Yuhan seems to know a lot about the third-generation chaebol. Maybe even more than me.

“I don’t know where you heard some strange nonsense, but even if I can’t use my hand, beating you is not a problem, so just go.”

Seon Woo Jin had an unpleasant expression but still didn’t seem to have any intention of fighting.

However, Choi Yuhan was different.

“Those words, they do seem to bother you?”

As if he had no intention of letting it go easily, Choi Yuhan provoked Seon Woo Jin to the best of his ability.

“But why are you the one getting upset?”

Choi Yuhan smiled viciously.

“The one who really can’t use their hand isn’t you, it’s someone else.”

At those words, Seon Woo Jin transformed.

“Are you crazy?”

It was a rare sight of him being angry.

Seon Woo Jin is a lukewarm person by nature, so he doesn’t get excited easily. I’ve seen him get irritated many times, but I’ve never seen him genuinely angry.

But now, the atmosphere turned ominous in an unusual way.

I instinctively sensed that things were going wrong and stopped Seon Woo Jin.

“Seon Woo Jin, hold back.”

I didn’t know if this was the right choice at the moment, but I felt that I shouldn’t let the two of them clash like this.

‘That bastard is up to something fishy.’

I tried hard to pull back Seon Woo Jin, who looked like he would go to Choi Yuhan at any moment.

Seon Woo Jin alternately looked at my hand holding him and my face, then narrowed his eyes.

I spoke softly so that Choi Yuhan couldn’t hear.

“Just ignore him. You never cared about guys like him anyway.”

Seon Woo Jin frowned as if something didn’t sit well with him.

Still, he must have calmed down as he didn’t move any further. Seon Woo Jin clicked his tongue with an annoyed expression.

Then he pulled me.

“Lee Ju Eun, let’s go.”

Instead of following Seon Woo Jin, I stared at Choi Yuhan for a moment. He was still wearing an incomprehensible smile.

Somehow, it was an ominous smile.

Seon Woo Jin poked me.

“What are you doing? Are you not going?”

“Huh? Yeah.”

I followed Seon Woo Jin awkwardly.

Finally, before completely leaving, I glanced back.

Choi Yuhan was looking this way with a blank expression.